We are planning our own little Tanzgiving on Sunday once my dad and his friend Lynn arrive in Arusha. Two days ago Roger and I watched Julie & Julia and I got inspired to
It all began Weds actually when I went the butcher shop, Meat King, that advertised fresh cranberry sauce imported from who knows where (kind of cancels out the "fresh" part, I realize) and they confessed that someone forgot to put the cranberry sauce on the boat. That was followed up by two nights in a row of 12 hr power cuts. Then once power was restored, as well as my thankful and sane heart, the Tanzanian National Electric Company decided to toy with my emotions by sporadically turning the power on and off for five hours. It is a sheer miracle of the heavens that I managed to get a Spiced Applesauce Cake made for our party tonight.
The outcome of all this (including a delicious looking apple cake that was aided by turning off all power sockets in the house except for the oven so the generator could git 'er done) was shoving our 2 kilo bird into the freezer and putting Khan's Chicken on my speed dial because, my friends, we are getting take out!
I realize I have a slight flair for the dramatic [mother and Roger stifle a laugh], but that's why you visit It's Kili Time, right? I just hope you also know that all dramatizations recounted here are all made possible by the many wonderful things in my life for which I am DEEPLY appreciative, in particular my health, family, well being, red patent leather flats and the opportunity to connect with you via this platform.
When expressing your thanks today, do so while running all high voltage appliances, just because you can. A very Happy Electrifying Thanksgiving to all!